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Catching My Straight Crush With A Guy 02
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Chapter 2: Straight Guy
“Wait,” he said, like he had just realized something, “If you’re gay, do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”
My eyes lit up. "Are you serious??"
"Yeah dude. I haven’t fucked in weeks since Brittany went crazy and I broke up with her. My dick is deprived, man."
"I’ve never been fucked before."
"Well I’ve done anal with girls before. I can go slow and make it work."
"Why do you wanna fuck me though?"
"Please. Any hole is a goal. I always fantasized about having a gay friend who would just let me fuck him any time I wanted. It’s like having a fleshlight."
My dick throbbed in my shorts as he talked about me like an object. He had fantasized about using a guy like a sex toy. That was the hottest thing I had ever heard. Plus, I had a chance now to lose my virginity and get that out of the way. "Alright… how do you wanna do it?"
"Lemme get lube," he said, then bounced out of the room, all excited. I took off my shorts and my nasty shirt, and lay on my back on his bed, comfortably lifting my legs just like all the times I’d fantasized about sex while I was jerking off in my room.
He walked in holding a bottle of baby oil, and chuckled at the position I was in. "Nice."
He whipped down his shorts and he was already hard again.
I looked at the cock I had just sucked. It looked even bigger once I knew it was going in my ass. "Is it gonna hurt?"
"Maybe a little. Girls always just say to go slow and then it works," he replied casually as he started to pour the baby oil out directly onto his shaft. When he looked down at his cock, his brown, wavy hair covered his eyes. He looked so perfect. I couldn’t wait for this. He rubbed the oil into his shaft, and I got a rush seeing him lube up his big dick while facing me. I had been ready to get fucked for a long time, and this was the perfect moment. My dick was throbbing against my abs while I waited for him.
He squatted down a bit and lined up directly with my hole. He grabbed his dick by the base and pressed forward slightly, just rubbing the large, cherry red head of it against me. I guess he didn’t want to finger me or anything. I felt the thick shaft as he put pressure against my ass, and my heart started to race again. I looked behind him and noticed I could see him in the mirror from behind. His bubble butt was so hot. It was tensing up as he slowly teased my hole. He definitely knew what he was doing.
He paused for just a moment at the entrance, then drove forward with a firm shove, pushing into me. Even though he was going slow, it wasn’t exactly gentle. I gasped loudly, clenching the blanket under me. He held my thighs wide and pushed them further toward my chest, using his leverage to drive himself all the way in.
“Damn,” he muttered, watching my face twist up. “You’re tight as hell.”
I couldn’t really speak. The stretch, the pressure, his size, it was a lot. But I loved the way he took control over me. As he moved my legs around, he didn’t ask. He just did it.
He leaned over me, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them to the bed over my head.
I was breathless as I took his big cock into me. He didn’t look at me in the eyes, but he watched my face a bit. I had seen plenty of guys do this online, so I knew it would work eventually. I just breathed through it and made sure Dom was having a good time. I wrapped my legs around him and held him inside me, even if the pressure and pangs were still too much.
He smirked and started to move, grinding deep before pulling back halfway and slamming in again. His grip on my wrists tightened and he started fucking me with short, aggressive strokes, hips clapping hard against me. The sex sounds were so loud I was concerned his mom might hear us from downstairs. He froze inside me intermittently, and I felt every throb. I was just frozen in awe as I watched his thick shaft disappear repeatedly under my balls. I couldn’t believe I was finally having sex.
He reached for my jaw and made me look at him. "You like being my little toy?"
I nodded, while my body was still shaking a bit.
Then, out of nowhere, he paused.
"Is it cool if I throw on some porn?" he asked, almost too casually.
I paused. "Uh... sure."
He grinned and grabbed his phone from the nightstand without pulling out of me. A couple taps later, loud moaning came from his phone. He picked a video of some girl being pounded by multiple guys, and turned up the volume.
"Perfect," he said, then leaned forward and rested his phone right on my chest. The screen tilted up at him while he resumed thrusting into me. The girl's moans timed almost perfectly with his movements.
It was weirdly hot.
His eyes flicked between looking down at his cock entering me and looking back at the video, but his rhythm didn’t falter. He was clearly getting off hard to the situation, even if it was a dude underneath him. The phone jostled on my chest with each thrust, and when it slipped off me I grabbed it for him, holding it in place on my chest. I could feel his skin slapping against mine, the lube squelching slightly with every push. The moans from the video filled the air, but I could hear his too, low and breathy.
I loved it.
It didn't last long. His hips snapped forward harder and he let out a sharp grunt. He pulled out quickly and stroked himself a few times over my stomach, and squirting onto his phone as well. He finished with a satisfied little grunt.
I was kind of stunned. It was surreal that I had finally done it.
He grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped off his chest, then handed it to me without saying anything. I hit pause on the porn on his phone and left it on the bed.
"That was wild," I said, still catching my breath.
He chuckled and picked up his phone, locking it. "Yeah, that was awesome. Did you like it?"
“Yeah,” I said immediately, “it was fucking awesome.”
He pulled his shorts back on and flopped down on the bed next to me like nothing major had just happened.
I just smiled to myself and pretended to text while he started playing on his phone.
—[]—
Soon we were watching our standard Twitch streamers and shit on YouTube. He was lying face down on the carpet next to me. I hadn’t even cum earlier, so my horny brain was going kind of wild. I could see him getting a little antsy himself.
He started asking me more pointed stuff about being gay, what it’s like, who I think is hot, if I still watch straight porn.
Then he smirked and said, "Do you ever jerk off by putting stuff up your ass?"
I laughed a little and said, "Yeah, I’ve tried using different things before, but none of them felt like a real dick. Even if yours was hard to get used to, I liked it better than anything I’ve ever tried."
He kept pressing with more questions about my ass, like how it felt, what it was like for me when something was inside. It wasn’t just filler talk either. I could tell he was genuinely curious, probably picturing it in his head and wondering what it would be like for him.
I took the liberty with our new line we had crossed and reached over to tug his shorts down just enough to expose his ass. He didn’t even flinch. He just looked back at me, almost curious, like he wanted to see what I’d do next. It felt like this kind of thing was just normal for us now, and I decided to take it further.
His bubble butt was firm and hairless, warm against my palm. I leaned over and rested my face on one of his cheeks. He chuckled and went back to watching his phone, but I could tell he liked the attention. I pressed my nose further between his cheeks, breathing him in. He smelled like body wash and sweat. I parted his cheeks and nuzzled in. He was naturally hairless, just a pink hole between two juicy mounds. I remember thinking it was a shame that he was straight, but at least he was cool with me.
“Bro… are you sniffing me?” he asked, laughing.
“Yeah,” I said.
He groaned. “You’re so weird.”
But he didn’t stop me. I stuck my tongue out and pressed it flat against his hole. It twitched repeatedly against my tongue as I pressed on it.
“Dude…”
He went from giggling to breathing hard. I spread him open and started going in more confidently, licking in circles and then deeper. He started leaning back into me like he needed more.
That was all it took to activate him.
He shoved his phone aside and turned over fast. He grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me toward him. Before I could say anything, he pushed me face down, yanked my shorts down, and climbed on top of me.
“You made me hard, good job,” he said under his breath, almost like a growl, already slicking up with the bottle of baby oil from before.
I smiled internally. He was so easy to get turned on. I just arched my back and opened my legs for him.
He didn’t waste time. He lined up and shoved in, faster than before, with no hesitation. I grunted into the rug as he buried himself deep, his hands gripping my hips like handles.
He started pounding me hard. Faster, rougher. His body slapped against mine over and over. He grabbed my shoulder for leverage, pulling me back onto him as he thrust.
“God, your ass is tighter than a pussy,” he muttered.
My body rocked with every movement. I was fully at his mercy. He started to grunt quietly in his throat as he slammed into me, and the carpet burned against my knees.
At one point he leaned forward and literally bit the back of my neck. Just enough to make me moan. He liked that.
“We can't tell anyone about this,” he hissed, still thrusting deep.
“I won’t,” I said. “Promise.”
He kept going. Faster. Like he was energized that it was a secret. He was sweating now, chest heaving, his abs slick as his athletic body bounced on top of me. The sensation in my ass was a numb tingle. Then with a final grunt, he shoved deep and held himself there, pulsing hard. I could feel it. He stayed like that, panting, then collapsed beside me.
We laid there, naked and wrecked, catching our breath.
After a while, he said, “Okay. This is the greatest discovery of my life.”
I laughed into the carpet. I knew what he meant. From his perspective, he had a great masturbation tool now, compared to jerking off. It wasn't sex with a girl, but it was a warm, lubed up set of holes that was a hundred times better than using his hand again.
“I wanna do this like... every day,” I said.
He rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
But he was smiling.
He was still catching his breath when he said, almost lazily, “You can keep licking my ass if you want.”
I looked at him and shrugged. “Sure.”
He rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up a little. I got back behind him, spreading his cheeks and going to work again with my tongue. He played on his phone like it didn't really affect him, but he moaned a little under his breath, like he didn’t expect it to still feel that good after three rounds. I slid a hand down to stroke myself, still aching from not finishing yet.
Between the scent of him, the pressure of his thighs under my hand, and the memory of everything we’d just done, I finished hard onto the towel we’d tossed aside earlier. My whole body shook.
I laid beside him afterward, both of us on the floor, sticky and exhausted. We didn’t say much. But I think we both knew we weren’t done yet.
I quickly learned that we both had a ridiculously short refractory period. I was horny again within a few minutes and started sucking on his dick until he was hard again, and that started a cycle that repeated over the next few hours.
Every time he got hard again, he just gave me a look and I’d nod. He’d flip me over, push in, and take what he needed. Sometimes, he put porn on his phone, other times he didn't. Once he was inside me, the goal was to make sure he felt pleasure, even if I was getting progressively more sore after each session. I really just wanted to keep him inside me the whole time. Each time he fucked me felt somewhat different, sometimes rough, sometimes slow. But always intense. The only thing I didn't like was him pulling out afterward. I would feel empty and missing something for a few minutes.
Eventually, we crashed, both too spent to keep going. I texted my mom that I was staying over. He curled up on his bed, and when I noticed he was sleeping, I just lay down next to him. One arm reaching across to hold his hip.
—[]—
The next morning, I got dressed quietly and headed home. We didn’t really talk about it. He just tossed me a granola bar on the way out and said, “Later.”
We still texted memes like nothing had changed. No awkwardness. Just the same old us, but with a new shared secret.
Then Monday came.
I was heading to my next class, walking through the crowded hallway, when I felt someone grab my arm. Hard.
It was Dom.
He didn’t say anything. Just yanked me down a side stairwell that barely anyone used. It led to some basement archive room. I had never been down there.
But someone else followed us.
Another guy, tall with short blonde hair, jockish and muscular, trailed just a few steps behind us. I recognized him from the varsity team, but I was JV, and I had never talked to him. He was always kind of quiet. I didn’t even know his name, but I definitely remembered him from the heavy swing of his cock in the showers after practice. My stomach dropped when I saw him glance around casually, then follow us right through the door like this had all been planned.
Dom didn’t even act surprised. He just gave him a nod, like he’d invited him.
The guy slipped into the room with us without a word.
Dom closed the heavy door behind us and turned the lock.
He muttered, "We gotta make it quick," while both of them were already reaching for their waistbands.
Comments
John Doe Joe
Fuck me I'm cumming into my boxer briefs reading this
Brother Bob
Damn, if I had a nickel for every blow I gave in the old archive room....hehehehe...gotta love that!
